Restaurants near Rosetown

“Was a wonderful meal for Mother’s Day. So glad we stopped in! Very friendly waitress too! And a rose 🌹 from them to add to a great day!”

“This is my fav shop in town! Huge variety, amazing value, and friendly service! Thanks guys!💗 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️”

“Great & fast service. Amazing food, especially the Chow Mein . Always homemade soups & everything fresh.Real clean place. Good attitude from the workers. Good portion size . Their Wonton soup is the best in Saskatchewan . Trust me .. All the food is good. Lemon chicken. Yummy. Smiles.. Both Canadian & Chinese food. Meals always hot. Good coffee

Kid-friendliness: Fish tank to keep the kids entertained.Great place for birthday parties..”

“Just had lunch. This has to be one of the best A and W’s around. The staff is always happy to serve you. Great place to eat, good food and A++ staff. 👍”

“Food was delicious and you get big portions. Atmosphere was nice and clean. Staff was very friendly. Would highly recommend.”

“After disgracing myself at the Paul Mostoway Dog Park by barking at toddlers and lapping from a questionable puddle, I knew Saskatoon could no longer hold me. I whispered goodbye to the city through Mazda Linda’s exhaust pipe and hit Highway 7—westward, toward Calgary.
A big city. A new chapter. A fresh arena in which to shed my mortal form.

But first—Rosetown.
Population: People.
Purpose: Unknown.
Iron Chef Family Restaurant: Salvation.

I parked Linda behind the building and watched a pigeon high-five its own reflection in the window. That’s when I knew I was in the right place.

I walked in smelling like despair, drywall, and faint dog shame. No one judged me. The waitress simply said, “Coffee?”
I nodded.
She poured.
It hissed like prophecy.

I ordered the fish and chips because I needed to be grounded—and battered cod is the earth’s emotional anchor. It arrived on a plate that looked like it had been blessed by Neptune himself. I swear I heard a sea shanty when the lemon touched the fish.

Every bite unlocked something in me:

The first bite: childhood memory of a trampoline made of ham.

The second bite: a vision of my mattress waving goodbye in Stony Rapids.

The third: I remembered my real name (Greg, probably?).

The fourth: my molar whispered “thank you.” It was weird.

The fries were golden confessionals. The tartar sauce sang to me. The coleslaw judged me, and I liked it.

The waitress returned and asked, “Dessert?”
I said, “Emotionally, yes. Physically, no.”
She understood. She handed me a peppermint and a look that said “heal now, stranger.”

Five stars.
For the food.
For the warmth.
For not asking why I was carrying a single sock filled with coins and loose nails.

Iron Chef Family Restaurant is not just a place to eat.
It is a threshold, a portal, a buttery baptism.
I entered broken. I left full of fish and unspeakable power.

Highly recommend.
Don’t come here unless you’re ready to change.”

“Staff are noligable,an friendly an take the time to listen to the requests of the customer.

Parking: There's not a lot of stalls but in a very open area so there should be no problem

Wheelchair accessibility: It's on ground level”

“Been there recently. Best customer service. Best luck!!”

“Quick and friendly staffs”

“The staff are really nice and friendly! more toppings please! my one little slice had 1 bacon crumb 🤔and the other slices not much more 😔 tasted good but had my eyes been closed I would not have known the bacon was there. I'd still order again because I like to eat pizza. The End.”